I don't know if it was the sentence "knock you out" that scared Ti Zhen, or the sentence "Qing Ci died in vain because of you" that calmed Ti Zhen, in short, after Kong Li's voice fell, Ti Zhen really quieted down.

Yan Zheng in the distance didn't seem to notice the movement here, or rather, his five senses now only exist for Qing Ci alone, the poor child in the center of the altar, every time he let out a scream, every time he trembled his body, it was as if a dagger slashed Yan Zheng's heart and cut off a piece of flesh.

The blue ice lotus flowers bloomed one by one, and the screams of Qing Ci never stopped, but the more they went to the back, the more hoarse and powerless they became, and the more miserable they became.

This scene should not be said to be a strict father, even the emptiness of the Three Realms, which has always been known for its ruthlessness, can't help but feel heartache.

When he was still Ji Zi'an, he had already unconsciously regarded Qing Ci as a brother and friend, and at that time, he had been silently admiring Qing Ci in his heart, admiring his strength on the one hand, admiring his courage to distinguish between love and hatred and the freedom and fearlessness that he gave up his life for the people he cared about.

Now he has long returned to Godhead, but Ji Zi'an's life and Ji Zi'an's relationship have long become an indelible part of him, whether he regards Qingci as a young junior or an admirable friend, his heart can't help but feel hurt for what happened to him.

But he can't do anything, this level must rely on Qing Ci to get through it by himself, karmic fire and ice waterfall are just a calamity to strengthen his physical body, if he can't even survive the pain of flesh and skin, then the last thunder infusion, I'm afraid it will completely shatter his soul, so that his soul will be scattered immediately.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, as if he saw the night when he returned to Godhead, and he watched the vitality of Li Ji in his arms dissipate from his body little by little, and finally disappeared, and he couldn't do anything.

I don't know how long it took, in the center of the altar's formation, the man's screams of pain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional angry moan

Recite. Now his entire body seems to have turned into flower mud, nourishing the beautiful blue ice lotus flowers around him.

This is the Ice Waterfall Red Lotus, if he is not a green dragon, but an ordinary dragon or something else, after experiencing such a cruel catastrophe, what is presented in the eyes of others is a dazzling blood-red ice lotus.

At this moment, Yan Zheng was already full of tears, he had made a hundred ideas, but he really couldn't imagine that the Ice Waterfall Red Lotus was so cruel to his most beloved son. The unimaginable cold tortured his son to the point that he could not find a piece of good flesh, and the icefall was like a blood-sucking demon, using his son's flesh and blood to create a beautiful garden that was actually bloody.

The only thing to be thankful for is that after such cruel torture, Qingci still has a breath of air. No one knows how he persevered, not even himself.

In fact, in the few months that he was forced to live in the Shark Palace temporarily, he had already been forced to get used to bearing the pain in his body alone when his mana was exhausted, and every time he passed out, there was still a belief in his mind that supported him - he knew that Feng Annihilation and Delirium needed him, and he knew that An Ruyue and the unborn child in her womb also needed him, so no matter how dark and powerless his world was, he would still struggle to wake up.

But this belief is contrary to his perception of reality, because since he made the decision to forcibly cross the catastrophe, he has told himself that he should no longer have extravagant hopes for everything, don't expect that he can escape death safely, and don't expect An Ruyue to forgive him for his selfish decision.

It can only be said that he did not have the intention to die in the whole process, so in the crisis of life and death, survival has become his instinct after all, and no matter how painful it is, he will not take the initiative to give up the hope of life, until God completely deprives him of his life.

When the indescribable cold tortured his body to pieces, he felt that he had probably experienced firsthand what kind of cruel torture mortals called "a thousand cuts", and he felt the pain of every explosion of blood blisters on his body clearly, and the blood flowed out, and then quickly coagulated, and froze into flowers on his body......

He didn't dare to think about what he was like now, the only thing he was thankful for was that An Ruyue didn't see this scene with his own eyes.

However, this happiness was quickly dispelled by himself, because there was nothing to be happy about, even if the woman was here, Kongli would definitely not let her see all this, and it was really cruel to see his beloved being tortured like hell, it was better to let him disappear immediately.

The inhuman pain continued, and Qing Ci felt that the blood in his body was still flowing out, the blood was hot, the ice flowers were cold, constantly melting and cold, and constantly condensing into ice, as if this was his final destination.

Just as his consciousness gradually began to trance, a subtle warm current suddenly poured into his body.

- What is that familiar?

Qing Ci thought about it in a daze, but he felt that his dantian was slowly enriched.

- By the way, it's an empty elixir!

Qing Ci was suddenly shocked, and then tried to let that trace of warmth relieve the pain of the frozen meridians and flesh all over his body, although the effect was minimal, but at least it could support him to stay awake, and he would not close his eyes and fall asleep.

The flow of blood seemed to have stopped, and there was no more sound of ice flowers blooming in my ears. At this moment, Qing Ci actually wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for struggling so hard not to pass out, in fact, he was waiting for the next more cruel catastrophe.

The surrounding air suddenly became solemn and depressed, and Kong Li and the others were stunned to find that a large black and oppressive dark cloud had gathered in the sky above the entire altar.

There was no strong wind, no torrential rain, only looming arcs of thunder entangled with the large dark clouds, which weighed on people's hearts.

"This is the third heavenly tribulation, Qingci, you must hold on!" Kong Li couldn't help but muttered as he looked at the unformed thunder arc.

"Ah Qi...... I must survive, please......" Ti Zhen, who was bound by the fairy rope and could only watch from afar, also muttered.

Yan Zheng raised his eyes and stared at the dark clouds above the altar, and his original sad and sad expression gradually turned into a bland decision. He didn't know what kind of power this thunder would come to Qing Ci's body, but he knew that Qing Ci had basically reached the limit, and if he didn't use his body and divine power to resist him, then Qing Ci would definitely die this time.

The intertwined arcs of thunder in the dark clouds soon became dense, and then like a trickle of branches converged in one place, forming a wide and rushing river, which began to emit a dull "rumbling" sound.

"Empty Divine Monarch, everything behind is up to you, no matter what happens for a while, please do your best to stabilize this formation and don't let it collapse. Whether my little seven can survive this catastrophe or not is all up to here. Yan Zheng said in a secret voice to the void.

Kong Li turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, and then nodded lightly to him.

Qingci's catastrophe is actually a death catastrophe, and those who are contaminated will inevitably suffer from karma, and Yan Zheng chose to resist this catastrophe for his son, which is to force him to change his life against the sky, and the void can no longer decide his life and death.

For Kongli, helping at the last moment and injecting his own strength into this formation, so that Yan Zheng can achieve the goal of resisting the catastrophe for Qingci, which is also a kind of karmic contamination, and Kongli knows it.

It's just that he has lost Li Ji, and now in addition to the wish to fight against the catastrophe of heaven and earth has not yet been achieved, there is no other thought in Kongli's heart, as long as he can help the wind and delirium calm the waves, what calamity will befall him later, he doesn't care at all.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Kongli slowly closed his eyes, and the dark green mana light lingered around him. His hands began to flutter, and the formation in the center of the altar suddenly emitted a different light under the traction of his mana.

The thunder arc in the sky above seemed to sense that someone was about to intervene in its coming, and suddenly became anxious, and the lightning like a thunder dragon burst out with a dazzling bright light, and the rumbling sound almost shook the entire Shark Palace.

With a loud "boom", an arc of thunder suddenly fell from the dark clouds with a momentum that could not be concealed, and shot straight down towards the crystal blue ice flower in the center of the altar.

Yan Zheng was horrified in his heart, he had already focused all his attention on the dark cloud, but he didn't expect this thunder to come so quickly and violently.

In the panic, the blue light around Yan Zheng's body burst out, and the powerful divine power turned into a green mang, and rushed to the top of Qing Ci with a more swift attitude, trying to intercept the sudden thunder.

There was another loud bang, and the solemn divine power collided with the thunder, and a powerful shockwave rippled from the place where the two collided, and the entire ground shook with it.

Ti Zhen's body was restrained, and the center of gravity of the whole person was unstable, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden. Yan Zheng's face turned pale, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, the thunder in the air did not give anyone a buffer time, and this time the thunder thundered in unison, slashing down from several different directions towards where Qing Ci was.

Seeing this, Kongli frowned, the magic trick in his hand flew over, and a bowl-shaped light shield quickly transformed from the formation on the ground, enveloping Qing Ci in it.